Epigram on Rough Woods

Robert Burns

 
I'm now arrived—thanks to the gods!—  
  Thro' pathways rough and muddy,  
A certain sign that makin roads  
  Is no this people's study:  
Altho' Im not wi' Scripture cram'd,         
  I'm sure the Bible says  
That heedless sinners shall be damn'd,  
  Unless they mend their ways.
 

Poems by This Author

A Man's A Man For A' That by Robert Burns
Is there for honest Poverty
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
O my luve's like a red, red rose
Afton Water by Robert Burns
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Anna, Thy Charms by Robert Burns
Anna, thy charms my bosom fire
Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Halloween by Robert Burns
Upon that night, when fairies light
To a Mouse, by Robert Burns
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie
[O were my love yon Lilac fair] by Robert Burns
O were my love yon Lilac fair


Further Reading

Related Poems
Detail of the Woods
by Richard Siken